Black Iron Crown

"Yes...Father..." Rebad took a deep breath and nodded heavily.

"Very good!" Earl Weasley pointed the flag forward abruptly, and then shouted, "Everyone! Charge!"

After saying that, he rushed out immediately.

He is not afraid of death. When he was young, he was also a heroic character who followed the emperor Caffett in the South and North Wars. It was just that his underestimation of the enemy led to the failure of this war.

He hoped that he could use this method to eliminate the guilt in his heart.

The knights and heavy cavalry behind Earl Wesley also launched a charge.

Everyone has a full body chain armor, and some knights can even equip an extra layer of simple armor on their bodies, or strengthen other protections. These are elite royal knights, not the money-eroded corruption of local lords. Cavaliers can be compared.

The same is true for the heavy cavalry, all of them are wearing excellent full-body chain armor from the northern border, and at the same time, there is a layer of leather armor and armed clothing as the inner lining.

The whole hundred heavy cavalry tucked their lances under their armpits, stood up and aimed at the enemy they were about to face.

Quite a few of the horses under their crotch were not wearing armor, because they were suddenly attacked by the enemy during the march, and naturally they had no time to put on their armor, and even the armor on them was put on in a hurry.

The soldiers looked at the enemy troops on both sides of the mountain with terrified and vigilant eyes, and used their shields to protect their bodies tightly.

When they heard the sound of horseshoes, the anxiety in their hearts finally eased a lot.

The knights and heavy cavalry followed behind Earl Wesley and charged towards the congested enemy army behind.

After all, they were still well-trained royal knights and royal heavy cavalry, and the lances held under their armpits were so sharp that they penetrated into the enemy's body precisely and deadly.

Then he skillfully pulled out the long sword or mace from his waist, and started killing the enemies wantonly.

Even if the horse is not armored, the impact it produces is extremely terrifying.

Their enemies are just a group of cowardly serf soldiers with little training. There are not many regular soldiers who have been trained.

Even the discipline of those regular soldiers wearing iron armor is only about 30% to 40%.

Such an army is only about 300 people, how can it resist the powerful knights and heavy cavalry?

In just two minutes, the army that surrounded and suppressed the rebels was pierced and defeated, and the sound of screams and wailing appeared in their camp.

"Follow up!"

Earl Weasley ignored the overwhelmed and somewhat collapsed enemy soldiers, but shouted loudly at the trembling infantry behind them.

Under the restraint of officers at all levels and Rebard, the soldiers finally followed Earl Wesley slowly out of this canyon full of death.

They left at least three hundred corpses in this canyon.

These are not serf conscripts, but regular soldiers who have gone through a long period of training, receive high military pay, wear excellent armor, and hold sharp weapons!

A short figure standing on the top of the canyon, but wearing a gorgeous armor, standing under a banner with a moon-watching emblem on a blue background, looked at the departing enemy army and couldn't help but sigh.

Sweat trickled down the fair face covered by the helmet, and he frowned and said to himself: "It's a pity... If there were more troops! The fighting power could be stronger..."

He looked angrily at the group of soldiers who had completely collapsed and said, "As expected, Earl Wesley has seen through..."

Afterwards, he straightened his helmet and said in a hoarse voice: "Clean the battlefield! Prepare to retreat! Go back to the castle and prepare for the next encounter with the enemy. They may not let it go!"

After the order was conveyed, the soldiers under his command began to reorganize in a messy manner, and then entered the canyon to take the carts of luggage and walked towards the castle.

"Frant... the Earl wants you to meet him as soon as you get back!" A knight wearing a blue moon-watching coat of arms rode a fast horse towards the small commander of the army and whispered.

"Father... well, I understand!" Frank nodded.

On the other side, Earl Weasley led the army and finally got away from the canyon.

After walking for more than ten kilometers, he finally gave the order to rest.

Looking at the soldiers with incomplete armor and incomplete weapons, he couldn't help but heaved a long sigh, and at the same time felt extremely annoyed.

About half of the soldiers were wearing armor, and the rest basically only wore armor or leather armor. Before they could put on their armor, they were ambushed by the enemy and had to leave the canyon.

They escaped successfully, but the armor and food on the carriage...all fell into the hands of the enemy.

Earl Weasley drew out the long sword at his waist and looked at it carefully... as if he was hesitating whether to wipe his neck.

Such a fiasco is definitely a huge stain on his life.

The soldiers sat on the ground panting heavily, their bodies were covered with mud and blood, and they looked in a state of embarrassment.

"Retreat..." Earl Weasley was still strong, and it was impossible for him to commit suicide by wiping his neck over such a trivial matter.

Putting the long sword back into its sheath, he stood up from the ground and muttered to himself.

He is very clear about the state of the soldiers. He knows that these soldiers have already collapsed, and they will have to rest for at least a few days or ten days before they can regain their demoralized morale.

But now that their armor and food have all been taken away, they can only temporarily withdraw to the area controlled by the royal family, and continue to think about how to deal with the enemy after a period of rest.

At the same time that Earl Weasley was retreating with the remnants of the defeated army, Sir Horn was looking at the white thing in front of him and exclaimed.

"This... this is simply the best gift the Holy Father has given us!" Sir Horn said, sticking the white crystalline object with his index finger again.

Putting it in his mouth and sipping it cautiously, an expression of intoxication suddenly appeared on his face. After a while, he opened his eyes and said to Reiner: "This is so wonderful, it makes me feel crazy!"

"Is this a specialty of your territory?" Sir Horne's eyes were shining, staring at Reiner's face.

"Uh... yes, this is my specialty, how does it feel?"

"I just don't know what to say about this thing, what is it called? Yes, white sugar! It's wonderful! No words can describe how delicious it is! How much does it cost? I must buy some!"

Sir Horn stared at the bag of sugar in front of him, and asked with a solemn expression.

Reiner raised his eyebrows, with a smile between his eyebrows and eyes, and said with a smile: "Fifty gold coins for ten kilograms, this is its current price... I think it may be a little low..."

"Huh?" Sir Horne was stunned.

"This..." He was so shocked that he was speechless, he was just a knight, and at such a price, even an earl would probably have to consider the painting he wanted to buy.